I stood in front of Lu Xun's grave.
Tomb-Sweeping Day spent this year in Shanghai because he went to the countryside to visit the grave in advance. I got up early in the morning and it was sunny. I decided to visit Mr. Lu Xun in Lu Xun Park, which was my wish for many years. I used to go to Luxun Park Metropolis on my birthday or the anniversary of my husband's death. I visited Luxun Park in Qingming for the first time.
In early spring, everything recovers and the plants are lush. Luxun Park is full of vitality, with colorful flowers blooming on its branches. The lawn in front of the tomb is lush, like a velvet carpet, shining with mercerized light on the ground. This year is the first year that Tomb-Sweeping Day has been designated as a legal holiday. Museums and memorials are open for free, so the park is crowded with tourists. Or a few people in a family, or groups of classmates and friends, take advantage of the Qingming small holiday to go out in the spring to worship their ancestors. Therefore, there are many more people in the park than usual.
The Lu Xun Memorial Hall on the right side of the park is the place I go as usual every time. First, I watch the exhibition. For some rare physical exhibits, especially the doubtful points I encountered in reading, I will stop and look at the relevant exhibits. Secondly, buy some favorite books in the Neishan Bookstore of the museum. The books here are more professional and comprehensive than ordinary bookstores outside. As long as it is a book about Lu Xun, whether it is newly published or previously published, it will not disappoint people.
The memorial hall used to buy tickets to visit, but now it is free to visit. But when I walked into the museum and climbed the steps, I found that there were so many visitors in the exhibition hall that I couldn't squeeze into the front of the showcase at all, and I could only look from the back through several rows, which I had never met before. The same is true of small bookstores, which are not as quiet as before. The bookcase is full of book pickers. I am not used to buying books in this environment, so I left the memorial hall in a hurry and strolled to the grave of my husband.
Mr. Wang's tomb is in the middle of the park, between pines and cypresses. Mr. Lu Xun has been lying here quietly for more than half a century. 19361October 19 in the early morning, the great writer Lu Xun finished his 55-year life course in No.9 apartment in Chinese mainland New Village and died suddenly. Mr. Wang's body was originally buried in the International Cemetery on Hongqiao Road in the western suburbs of Shanghai. Due to various factors at that time, the cemetery was very simple. After the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, in September 1947, Xu Guangping, the wife of Lu Xun, personally designed, rebuilt and expanded the original cemetery with the royalties paid by Chongqing Bookstore. Later 1956, the 20th anniversary of the death of Mr. Lu Xun, the Central Committee and the State Council decided to bury Mr. Lu Xun again in high standard, and the coffin was moved from the international cemetery to Hongkou Park. The epitaph was originally written by Lu Xun's son Ying Hai when he was only seven years old. 1947, written by his younger brother, Mr. Ren Jian, and written by President Mao Zedong himself when he was reburied this year. Up to now, on the wall of the tomb, the six vigorous golden characters of "Mr. Lu Xun's Tomb" written by Mao Zedong are still shining, as if silently indicating the immortality of Lu Xun's spirit.
Today coincides with Tomb-Sweeping Day. In front of Lu Xun's tomb, many tourists came here and bowed respectfully to him. Many tourists solemnly presented flowers. When I bowed in front of the tomb, I happened to see an old man with gray hair like a worker take out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, carefully open the cigarette case, slowly draw out a lighter, put the whole pack of cigarettes on the stone fence in front of the tomb, stand aside until a cigarette burns out, and then make three deep bows before quietly leaving. I looked at the old man's back, and a warm current flowed through my chest and abdomen. More than 70 years later, people still don't forget the details of his life like smoking, and remember this "soul of china" and "national backbone" in this way.
The world is different and upside down. In today's society, compared with the Lu Xun era, people's world outlook and values have undergone profound changes. They are materialistic and impetuous, and they cast doubt or even disdain eyes on the history of our nation. Some time ago, some people even questioned "who is Lu Xun". I think what I saw today will make people feel at ease and warm.
In front of the tomb is a statue of Lu Xun. The statue is made of copper, 2. 1 m high and black. This gentleman is sitting on a cane chair with a book in his left hand and his right hand on the arm of the chair. His face is firm and kind, and his eyes are deep and intense, all of which embody the immortal spirit of Lu Xun's "looking at thousands of fingers coldly and bowing his head as a willing ox".
This statue is the masterpiece of Xiao Chuanjiu, a professor at Zhejiang Academy of Fine Arts. The original work was exhibited at the national art exhibition and won the prize. Was enlarged and put in Hongkou Park by Lu Xun? 196 1 was changed to bronze sculpture, which has now become the symbol of Luxun Park.
Mr. Xiao Chuanjiu is the first generation sculptor in New China, who once participated in the relief creation of the Monument to the People's Heroes in Tiananmen Square. Professor Xiao's solid realistic creative style and profound artistic accomplishment are enough to make this sculpture enter the history of new China art. However, whenever I stand in front of this statue, I always feel a little regret while feeling sincere respect.
Throughout the statue, Mr. Lu Xun wore a robe and sat on a rattan chair in his study and bedroom. In the study, wearing a pair of one-sided rubber shoes always makes people feel chilly. Watching, people will have an impulse to let Mr. Lu change a pair of cloth shoes to warm his feet.
Winter in Shanghai is wet and cold, so these rubber shoes are usually worn only when you go out on rainy days. It is impossible for anyone to read and write in the study to wear such shoes that are neither hygroscopic nor warm. Mr. Lu Xun has been in poor health for the last ten years after he settled in Shanghai, and Mrs. Xu is meticulous about his diet and daily life. It seems even more impossible to stay at home in these shoes. According to the relevant information I found, Mr. Lu Xun wears more canvas shoes with rubber soles at home.
I saw a photo taken by a friend of Mr. Lu Xun on his fiftieth birthday, which was very similar to this statue from sitting posture to composition. It's also a robe and rattan chair, but he wears a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. I specially wrote to ask Mr. Wang about it, but Mr. Wang didn't give up. He wrote back to teach me: "My father's rubber shoes are made of black canvas with two rows of six holes." It is on display at the Luxun Memorial Hall in Shanghai. Xiao Hong said that everyone wears casual shoes and cloth shoes at home, and the rubber shoes are worn out, because it often rains in Mao Mao and it is humid in Shanghai. " Ying Hai first and last said: "Art creators have their own arbitrariness, and photos should prevail."
Reminiscent of Mr. Wang's hard-faced dress book, it must be a symbol that Mr. Lu Xun introduced foreign advanced culture to China during the May 4th Movement. It is not difficult to imagine that when creating the statue, the author made textual research and repeated scrutiny on every detail of the work. In addition, such an influential work must be reviewed by many experts and leaders before it is formally finalized. Therefore, these rubber shoes will not be "chaotic" and will not be put into work.
Professor Xiao has been dead for forty years, and we can't explore his creative intention. But from some articles recalling Mr. Lu Xun, there are descriptions of these rubber shoes. It turned out that these rubber overshoes were produced by a rubber company in Chen Jiageng, and Chen Jiageng was a patriotic overseas Chinese. It is patriotic to buy rubber shoes made in Chen Jiageng, so I love to wear them, because it is patriotic. I'm afraid this logical inertia played a role in creating this sculpture, forcing Mr. Wang to take off his dry and warm cloth shoes and put on these hard, cold, wet and damp "patriotic" rubber shoes. I can't help thinking, if I insist on letting my husband think about whether he loves his country or not, wouldn't he be exhausted already?
This is related to the sensational oil painting My Father in the early 1980s. After the creation, the author Luo Zhongli was told that the work lacked the flavor of the times when he was inspected by relevant leaders. As a result, the weather-beaten "father" in the painting added a ballpoint pen to his left ear out of thin air, and since then, this recognized landmark work has added a snake foot pen. I always thought that the extra ballpoint pen was added not so much to that work as to that chapter in the history of China's social development.
Whether the rubber shoes on Lu Xun's feet are similar to the ballpoint pen on "father's" ears, I dare not jump to conclusions. Only on the day of Tomb-Sweeping Day, I stood in front of Lu Xun's grave and expressed the depression accumulated in my heart for many years.
These words are for Mr. Lu Xun buried here, for people who love Lu Xun, and for myself.